[ Mine's gaze overflows with focus. He finds Nishikiyama's look at him at the rim of his vision as he looks down at the length revealing itself. His reaction to his own arousal seems to be indifference. Slowly, instead, his eyes move up Nishikiyama's body as his unbuttoned shirt falls off his frame with every small shift of posture. He follows the lines of tendons taut over bone as Nishikiyama leans into him, from his neck connecting to his shoulder and muscle stretching thin at the collarbone. Mine admires him. His own chest fills deep with air at the touch gliding over his pectorals. Warmth passes through the fabric of his button-down easily, but the haptics of Nishikiyama's fingers roaming over his chest are dulled. Mine sighs, half pleased, half frustrated. One hand props them both up and the other strokes Nishikiyama's dick still. One of the bedside cabinets has some lube; it's likely fine without as long as he keeps this slow pace. Mine's eyelids flutter, he poses his chest for Nishikiyama to work the buttons. ]
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